68: Chapter 65: Defection Strategy 68: Chapter 65: Defection Strategy Ti flew by, half a month in the blink of an eye.
The crowd under the stage was dead silent.
The battle on the stage between Xu Yuan and the Eighth Grade martial disciple had reached a fever pitch.
The dull thuds of fists and feet striking flesh resonated one after another.
Amidst the rolling and dodging, Xu Yuan suddenly swung his hand-as-blade through the air.
“Swoosh—”
A blade-like ripple of blood-red energy instantaneously sliced through the air.
The burly man’s pupils shrank, and he hurriedly ducked to evade it while simultaneously launching a powered punch towards Xu Yuan’s face.
The gust of wind from the fist grazed his cheek, and as the punch passed by, the burly man’s side ribs were exposed in front of Xu Yuan.
Seeing this, Xu Yuan changed his palm to a fist; his cultivation technique activated and blood-red flas instantly covered it as he threw a powerful uppercut towards the man’s side ribs.
The man before him seed to have anticipated Xu Yuan’s intent, and the calloused palm of his hand blocked in front of his ribs just before the punch made contact.
“Bang!”
A muffled sound.
The trendous force of the upward strike sent the burly man soaring through the air.
Xu Yuan quickly followed up with another punch, but the burly man had already shielded his front with his muscular, twisted arms.
Another thud of fist eting flesh.
Even with protection, the burly man who was helpless in midair was sent flying off the stage by the powerful force.
After landing, he steadied himself with two steps back, rubbed his sowhat numb arms, sighed regretfully, and bowed with a fist in palm:
“Third Young Master, I admit defeat.”
“Phew…”
Standing atop the stage, Xu Yuan took a long breath.
For the first ti in half a month, he had won.
Although it was by using the powerful force of the Blood Essence teoring Art to forcibly knock the opponent off the stage, he had finally won a match.
Xu Yuan glanced sideways at Zhou Chen standing beside the stage.
Seeing this, Zhou Chen nodded to Xu Yuan, bowed, and said with a beaming smile:
“Third Young Master, he didn’t hold back.”
Assured by the professional’s affirmation, Xu Yuan directly leapt off the stage, pointed to the burly man, and instructed:
“Give him a Bone Tempering Pill, that’s enough for today, let’s go.”
“Right away.”
Zhou Chen chuckled at the words, casually tossed a Bone Tempering Pill, and followed Xu Yuan out of the Wuxuan Institute.
Walking on the path back to his room, Xu Yuan moved his sore body with so difficulty.
The punches he had taken to his body, despite being shielded by the Blood Essence teoring Art, still left him feeling quite battered, and he estimated that co nightfall his body would be covered in bruises once he took off his clothes.
Xu Yuan touched his cheek, a sharp pain emanating from his cheekbone, and said sowhat helplessly:
“These Protectors are really letting loose.”
Zhou Chen, following behind, laughingly replied:
“Young Master, your combat skills have improved significantly, and if these Protectors dare not give their all, they will miss out on their daily Bone Tempering Pill.”
Xu Yuan smiled at the comnt, but his smile quickly faded.
He was in no position to be proud at the mont.
Although his combat strength had indeed improved rapidly, it was largely due to the overwhelming attributes the Blood Essence teoring Art provided.
His speed and strength were far superior to the opposition’s vein-tempered martial disciples, and only with such an advantage had he managed to fight to a draw—that was hardly sothing to be proud of.
What’s more important,
The Blood Essence teoring Art was a cultivation technique of qi pathways, ant for spellcasters.
It was all about attacking the enemy from a distance.
Yet he was still stuck at the most basic level of hand-to-hand combat, not able to unleash the true power of the Blood Essence teoring Art.
Thinking this, Xu Yuan sighed softly.
In the end, it all ca down to his insufficient proficiency in the Blood Essence teoring Art.
Combat in this world was complicated—it wasn’t about just shouting a na and the skill would co out.
To use a corresponding move, one must channel the cultivation technique through specific ridians.
In previous battles, he had only used the most basic techniques, and those with significant power could not be unleashed in real combat.
Every ti he channeled the cultivation technique to conjure a skill, it would be interrupted halfway due to the various assaults of the opponent, and his own need to move and dodge bodily.
According to the description in the Blood Essence teoring Art, as long as all techniques are skillfully applied, one should be invincible among peers of the sa level.
Only through experience will one discover inadequacies.
This world is not just about cultivation; there are many, many other things he must learn.
These Protectors indeed were the one in a hundred elite among their peers, but it’s worth noting that even they were no match for the protagonist, Qin Mo, in just one round.
Silently, he walked a great distance away,
“Huff…
huff…
huffah….”
Accompanied by a series of hurried breaths, a fair-faced maid ran from a distant courtyard, gasping for air as she approached:
“Third…
Third Young Master.”
“….”
Looking at her face, Xu Yuan raised an eyebrow.
He rembered she was the servant assigned by Manager Li to attend to Su Jinxuan’s daily needs.
“What is it?”
The maid was breathless:
“Miss Su…
she says she wishes to see you, Third Young Master.”
…
…
While Xu Yuan was engrossed in actual combat these days, Su Jinxuan had been holed up in her chamber without leaving, tirelessly scrutinizing the ledgers of the Konghua Chamber of Comrce.
To her, to deny Qin Weijiu was akin to denying her own beliefs of more than a decade, so she desperately sought to find flaws within these ledgers.
Upon learning of this, Xu Yuan had the counterfeit ledgers of the Konghua Chamber of Comrce printed out and sent to Su Jinxuan’s room for her to cross-reference and examine.
And so Su Jinxuan examined them, for a good half a month.
Approaching the chamber, Xu Yuan entered alone through the door.
As expected, various ledgers were stacked like mountains throughout the room.
On the bed, the floor, the tables, the windowsills.
So were opened, so were closed, even so torn to shreds.
Gazing around the cluttered room, Xu Yuan’s gaze finally settled on the woman sitting on the cushion.
Su Jinxuan was kneeling on the cushion beside the tea tray, her complexion wan, but her eyes no longer held the bewildered look of before.
Xu Yuan stepped over various ledgers to sit opposite her, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked,
“Have you finished, Miss Su?”
“No.”
Su Jinxuan’s voice was soft and sowhat hoarse; she must have cried quite a bit during these days:
“These ledgers…
how did you obtain them?”
Su Jinxuan’s gentle voice echoed in the silent chamber.
Xu Yuan replied naturally:
“They were naturally obtained by the Black Scale Guards; not continuing to look through them?”
Su Jinxuan placed the ledger in her hands on the wooden table, her beautiful eyes downcast, as she softly said:
“There’s no need to continue…
“Randomly selecting so many, I’ve already verified the authenticity of these ledgers.”
Xu Yuan turned back to sit near the woman, smiling as he said:
“So, have you co to a realization now?”
“….” Su Jinxuan fell silent.
Xu Yuan spoke in a gentle tone:
“I realize this might be difficult for you to accept all at once, but since you called here, you must have made up your mind, right?”
Su Jinxuan’s eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice steady:
“Yes, what do you want to do?”
Xu Yuan, upon hearing this, smiled slightly and said softly:
“Three things.
“First, tell everything you know about that Qin Weijiu.”
“Second, follow my instructions to deliver false ssages to Qin Weijiu.”
“Third, um…
help with my cultivation.”
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